Nee-naw!

Nee-naw!

You don’t know if it’s a thunderstorm or a plastic bicycle
in unbelievable colours: red, yellow and black. It rumbles
on grey cobblestones.

You don’t know what he’s saying, because he screams to himself,
so how could you know his thoughts when he’s pedaling ahead at breakneck
speed and swallows the air. He screams: ‘Nee-naw! nee-naw!’

But not to you, all what is heard is a drone and rattle
(grass, sand, heat, a cross street)
from the edge of the pavement to the middle of the pavement.

He screams: ‘Nee-naw! nee-naw!’ He calls an ambulance and he is one.
Sudden silence. And he says: ‘Oh, it’s too late again, it’s already too late.
Good night, sir.’ And he drives away without the siren blaring.

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